He's amazing and nice
I see him across the room...

She creeps so slowly,
Steps steep so lowly...

Drawing is poetry,
Poetry is art...

Blood, sweat, and tears
This is all I know...

He's never been there
So what does he care...

Why don't people seem to care?
Why is no one ever there...

Now that I'm alive
Tis so hard to thrive...

I feel so dead,
Blood flows deep and red...

My heart is cold as ice,
The grey is here to stay...

There is a death omen
Forty or so bow men...

Inside I am dieing
So hard to stop crying...

I wanna die here
And die NOW...